She couldn't believe it. No—this could not be happening, not to her. Not with him, no. It was a myth, was it not? It had to be. She couldn't be… "promised" to him, not to him. This, this whatever it was—this witchcraft—could not be happening. Not to her, never to her. This type of thing just didn't exist! Charka, yes, witchcraft, no. Witches didn't exist. Ninja did, witches, nope; no way in hell.
There could not be an Uchiha fan on her hip. No, no, no! There was only one Uchiha left in the world, which meant she now belonged to him. The him that was in the Sound right now, the same him that broke her heart into tinny itty-bitty pieces with a mallet, stomped on it with his boot, spit on the bits, and ran over them with his stampede of fan-girls. Yes, people, this cheery blossom was "promised" to none other than Uchiha Sasuke.
"Arg!" the rosette yelled, trying to rub off the tattoo with her antiseptics. The stupid thing had appeared over night—just like the myths said.
And the myths said, and quote, "It would appear over night, small as a mosquito's bite, and grow until it was full size. It would grow to look about the size of a coin, and that would be the largest it would get. It would be the owner's (and/or owners') clan symbol. One female could belong to more than one man if bought together and if from different clans. It, the mark, would not let said woman belong to another, if in marriage or something else."
Why the hell was that myth making its mark on her, of all people? Ino would just absolutely adore belonging to the Uchiha. Why not the blonde?
Because I choose you, Sakura, an echo sounded inside the walls of the rosette's mind. I sounded as if bouncing from brain-wall to brain-wall. The woman jumped. The sound was an ricochet of Sasuke's hollow, emotionless voice.
Sakura growled aloud at it and scrubbed her left hip harder. It would come off—right? No, Sakura-chan, it was making fun of Naruto's nickname for her. A sound rumbled in the back of her throat, like the pervious rumble. Her green eyes narrowed and she ground her hip harder. If it came off, Sasuke's voice would leave her head. That was the rule, the law.
"Uchiha!" Sakura finally shrieked, out of pure frustration. The stupid red thing would not come off! Tattoo removal? Yes, that was the answer! Now just to ask the Hokage. She would absolutely kill her.